Judge — April 1, 1893 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE SHE TOLD HIM A STORY. MABEL FOSDICK rejoiced in the pos- session of a wealthy uncle with a passion for betting and a brother with a passion no less strong for theatre-going. Tt was the last day of March, and Friday, the night which always found Harry Fosdick at one or another place of amusement. After dinner Mabel said to her brother, “Harry, I want to tell you a story.” “Go ahead, Mabel.” “Once there was a girl who had a brother very fond of the theatre. One day she was boasting to her wealthy uncle how much this brother cared for her, and the uncle said, “*Pooh! He doesn’t care enough for you to remain away from the theatre one night at your request.” “*Indeed he does,’ the sister pro- tested earnestly. x “Well,” the uncle went on, ‘I'll just One Cee night, the moon being bet you a thousand dollars against a box This young man found he'd lost his of cigars that he doesn't.” pull. “Til take that bet,’ the girl added. “*Done,’ said the uncle.” “Is that all the story?” asked Harry as she. stopped. 5 «Yes, dear; that's >. THE: REASON. i all."? Then, looking him ‘ (Sue—" Why do you poets always glory-in writing one-sided Jove steadfastly in the eye, see Port (absently)—"* Well, you see, poblisber£ won't -soceptimane., oe. atudéd, “Harry, 1, script written on both sides.” pre SS * wish you wouldn't go meee . tothe theatre to-night.” “TL see," replied Harry as he gate adong’whistlése** You bet | won't go under circums stances like that.” pare The next morning the young mao said to-his sister, “Well, sis, I didn’t go to the theatre last night, and it was a play I was anxious to see too.” “You really cared enough for me to remain away because I asked you to, did you?” “I'm so gratified !" "But, sis, how much of that thousand dollars do I get?” * What thousand dollars?” “That you bet with Uncle George?” “I didn’t bet anything.” “Didn't you bet him a box of cigars against a thousand dollars that I would remain at home if you asked me to?” “Why, no; of course not.” “Well, what did that story mean that you told me last night?" “Oh, nothing. It-was just a little story—a sort of April-fool yarn.” | Then Harry remembered what day it was and went down-town in a discontented (rame of mind. ANNA PIERFORT SIVITRR, HATS OFF. This is the condition of things in the theatre when the fat man starts to i i squeeze along to his seat. This shows him seated. comicbooks.com /